Carlito Caribbean Cool Novels & Stories

Carmella agreed. He patted her on her buttocks. Carolina looked to Geo. He winked at her as reassurance. She winked back and left with Carmella. She closed the door behind her. “Honey, you just dodged a bullet. Those ‘business’ conversations are always so ugh” Carmella said, pretending to stick her finger in her mouth and gag. Her gesture made Carolina laugh. “Let’s get you a drink. Mr. Monzoon always orders the best champagne.”

He's like my other best friend who doesn’t get tired of me speaking about myself as weird as that may seem and sound, I know. "Well, I know your fashion will simply not disappoint. It never does," he chuckled and I could already imagine him smoking a cigar as he says this. He's probably sitting in the back of his limousine on the way to one of his mysterious meetings. Or maybe he's cruising through town with one of his diamond covered cars because he has the money to do that.

“ I would feel much better if you didn’t ask me . I want a small party with all my friends and my happy friends . “ said Antonio without caring . “ Antonio….. “ said mr Karlo . “ What do you want ? “ asked Antonio . “ Now that you know my initial intentions , are you going to help me ? “ asked mr Karlo . “ I don’t think you need any help from me . “ said Antonio . “ I need your help actually . “ said mr Karlo . “ With what ? “ asked Antonio . “ I need to see my daughter . “ said mr Karlo . “ ……You want to go to the cemetery ? “ asked Antonio . “ Yes ! “ said mr Karlo . “ Fine ! Don’t blame me for your heart being broken . “ said Antonio . “ My heart will just be filled with feelings of guilt

A few of my men quickly dismount the barrels and carry them to the scale. One of them yells over to us, “Yo Boss your not gunna like this…” “Calvin is fucking with you, this is only 50lbs!” I glare at Tomas, who starts waving his hands in surrender. “Did you know about this?” I demanded. “No sir, of course not, I just handle deliveries…” Tomas explains. “Get out of my face before I blow your brains out” I cursed at Tomas. He runs off like a coward towards the yacht. Storming away I hop in the suv. Whipping out my phone I call Calvin, leader of the Island Cartel.

“There’s something I didn’t tell you last night.” Aria’s spine straightened. Luciano reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a thin manila folder. Inside—two photographs, both grainy surveillance shots of a man with sharp eyes and a serpent tattoo curling down his throat. He slid them toward her. “Who is he?” she asked, frowning. Luciano’s jaw tightened. “His name is Damian Carrera. Head of the Bravik Cartel. A ghost from my father’s era. He’s been off the map for a decade. Until recently.”

when they grew especially playful. Lyla and Carlo would often stroll through the island’s market together, selecting fresh ingredients, then giving the staff the day off to prepare their meals themselves. Carlo, who’d inherited his mother’s talent for art, often sketched portraits of Lyla, capturing her expressions and beauty with delicate precision. Sometimes, he’d take her to hidden spots on the island, sharing stories from his childhood or taking her to explore his secret haunts. Their days passed like those of an ordinary couple, quietly relishing their simple time together.

By the time I got there, he was already outside his gate casually leaning his back against his car. Instead of getting down, I whined down my driver's seat window. “What are you waiting for buddy? Let’s go shopping,” I told him. “You make it sound as though we are going to shop for normal things. We are shopping for torture weapons Adrian and we aren’t even the police or the mafia,” Carlos scoffed. He was right, but when we were done with the items, we would discard all of them. Aside from Isabella, I wanted revenge for myself too.

Carlos whispered through his laughter. The top of the mountain appeared, and Carlos climbed to the top like a madman. He had the back of his girlfriend’s legs sitting on his broad shoulders, and he worked his testosterone inside his girl’s moist vagina, like a getaway driver shifting gears. Sweat poured down Carlos’s face, and he injected his body with 12 ounces of Lotus-9, which put his turbocharged sex drive into overdrive.

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"Consider it done. Need a lift back to your place?" I shook my head. "No thanks, Carllo and I have a car." "Then I’ll catch you later, Maestro." Hamilton made a phone gesture, winked at Carllo, and vanished into his sleek black limo. As the car pulled away, Carllo stepped up and threw a heavy arm around my shoulder. "That guy is dangerously charming, Lanka. He’s like a sun-spirit. If you play your cards right, you could keep him on the hook and watch Andrew’s head literally explode from the jealousy."